Thoughts have been jumping around like popcorn in my brain lately.  Which is good…but it’s really hard to nail down popping popcorn and write about it, you know?

I submitted my resume/application for a job very similar to the one I used to have. I am slightly excited, but mostly terrified.  What if they don’t even consider me?  But the biggest fear is how both Bonbon and I will deal with not having each other, all day, every day.  She’ll probably be fine.  I will be a mess. 

My grandmother…she’s not doing well.  Family is about to descend for the holidays, and, well…I’m afraid it’s not going to be pretty.  The first to arrive, tomorrow night, is my cousin.  She will only be here for a few days, but she’s going to stay at my grandmother’s with her two young foster children, which is just…not well advised.  Grandma gets worn out very quickly, and having toddlers in her home for a few days is going to be a challenge for her.  She does not need challenges right now.

I was pondering yesterday the concept of being unequally yoked, and why the Bible says we shouldn’t be.  I had the mental image of a big ox, who although strong and able to do a lot of work, has to work that much harder when it’s partner is weaker – because the partner is still in the yoke.  So essentially, it has to do the work for two, PLUS drag it’s partner along with it – so it’s not double the work, it’s exponentially more work.  Not sure I have a point with this, other than…that’s something that popped into my head yesterday!

I need to start writing more.  Well, actually, I’ve been feeling rather nudged to write something else…which just seems like insanity given that I rarely even write HERE anymore.  So I’m not sure what that will look like.

I’ve dropped my BSF class, and haven’t gone to my women’s Bible study or mom’s group in weeks.  I thought I would feel…lacking…but instead I just feel relief.  I think that means I was trying too hard.  SO…peace instead.  At least for now.